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- Dear Marcail
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Riggs frame, stealing all the light from the doorway, was the first indication to the Donovans that they were not alone. Sean immediately recognized their visitor and got up to welcome him.
Hello, Rigg, come on in.
Thanks, Sean. I dont want to take you from your supper. Rigg had spoken to Sean but he hadnt taken his eyes off Kaitlin. Kate was acutely aware of his scrutiny and equally aware of the way she must look. She came out of her chair in one graceful movement that belied what she was feeling inside, to meet their guest. Her hands fluttered around her face and hair before she forced them down to her sides.
For some reason she was overcome with uncharacteristic anger at being caught by this man in such disarray. Unfortunately, Rigg was to suffer the brunt of it. It didnt help that Sean was looking at his sister strangely as he made the introductions.
Rigg, these are my sisters, Kaitlin and Marcail.
Katie, this is Rigg.
Its nice to meet you Mr. Riggs. We certainly appreciate your letting Sean stay with you. She had to mentally stop herself from flying off into Hawaiian.
Its my pleasure, and please call me Rigg.
Thank you, Mr. Riggs, but Im afraid I dont approve of such informality. Sean, Marcail and I will call you Mr. Riggs. Kate knew she sounded like a terrible snob, even Marcail was staring at her.
Rigg was not the least bit offended, only fascinated by this beautiful, if disheveled woman. That she wasnt normally so snippy was obvious in the looks her siblings were casting her. That she was exhausted and embarrassed would have been evident to a blind man. Rigg also knew that his staring at her didnt help in the least, but he was finding it hard to look away.
Rigg nodded in her direction and then turned to his housemate. I just stopped Sean, to check on you. Im headed home now and Ill see you when you get there. Rigg turned toward the door.
Thanks, Ill see you later.
Rigg was not ten steps away from the house before he heard Seans voice raised in anger. Kaitlin, what is the matter with you? It confirmed his suspicions about Kaitlin Donovans actions of the last few minutes.
He had no desire to eavesdrop so he picked up his pace and was quickly out of earshot. Back at the house Kate was trying to make amends.
Im sorry, Sean.
Why, Katie? Seans faced showed his keen disappointment. I thought you would like him.
I dont even know him. Kate began to feel defensive all over again as her mind pictured those beautiful gray eyes leveled so intently on her. But youre right, my actions were inexcusable and Im sorry.
Sean forgave her and helped her clean up the few dishes. He told his sisters he would see them in the morning and then took himself off to Riggs.
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